The backstory: The arrival of baseball season invariably finds baseball items left all over the house. Among those items are protective cups that I keep finding in places I would prefer they would not be, as was the case on Monday.
Me: Dare I ask if the cup here on my kitchen counter has been used?
JT: I didn’t know where to put it.
Me: Really? Really?
I took the offending item upstairs and placed it in the closet that T and I renovated specifically for the storage of sporting goods. If it is any consolation to those of you who eat meals made in my home, it was a fresh-out-of-the package item. Of course, that may not be the case the next time I find it on the counter.
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